The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain fell in sheets, cold and indifferent, washing the mud from the streets of the Whitehall district. Elias Thorne walked. His boots were heavy. The leather was cracked. He carried nothing but his uniform. It was grey. It was wet. The city around him was a palace of glass and steel, gleaming with a false, sterile light. It was beautiful. It was wrong. He had been summoned. The summons was...

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